The problem with having empathy

I don't know if this is village hick empathy or Slavic empathy or autistic empathy, but there's such a thing where you can tell what people are actually like in their heart.

The problem is that people usually don't choose to act on that. It's inconvenient, uneducated and so on. Over time they lose contact with this core self and they finally become "well adjusted" and "mentally healthy": no feelings, no joy, but OTOH all business as usual, no surprises. All regularized and safe.

It's like when people take a break from a relationship to figure stuff out. There's no such thing. They will never come back. They'll think about it and find that life is better without love, because it is. Frankly I don't know why people think they want love.

When you don't care about anyone, nobody can disappoint you, you're not risking anything. Besides, what's a feeling. We're not savages, no? Sex is worth jack when there are no emotions but even so it'll do for the basic peace of mind, so.

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